I only made it about a third of the way through Blood Riders by Michael P. Spradlin before I had to give up. Unlike a lot of the books that I end up giving up on reading, the mechanics of the writing in this one weren’t particularly bad. The pacing was a little bit off, but I assume things would have picked up had I stuck with it.
No, I simply couldn’t deal with this book because the characters were idiots. Now, being set as it is in the early west, I expected the characters to potentially lack schooling, to perhaps be rough-and-ready sorts who didn’t think deeply on the meaning of life but who were good in a scrap. Instead what I got were characters who were described by the author as being intelligent, but whose every action and scrap of dialog painted them as anything but. Although in fairness, I suppose the main character did know the word “hyperbole”. That’s a pretty big word. Too bad when he used it he was saying something stupid.
On top of the characters I simply couldn’t bring myself to respect were a lot of places where the author claimed things that really strained the bounds of credibility for me. And then he would spend paragraphs or pages talking about them. I mean seriously, folks. Bullets made out of wood? Bullets with hollow sections inside for holy water? Steam-powered guns that are more powerful than normal combustion guns?
Pull the other one. It’s got bells on.
Oh, and the main character’s batmobile stand-in is a special train outfitted for fighting vampires. Because presumably vampires obligingly never stray very far away from the tracks.
Yeah, not the book for me. You might enjoy it if you want a wild west steampunk vampire crossover novel and don’t really care about the quality of the characters or logic of the world, I suppose.
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